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"And when I yelled at Mama and you children, it wasn't because you were bad,<br />
but just that I've been feeling so bad."<br />
"Me too, Papa."<br />
"I think we understand each other, Ahmed, you and I." Ahmed felt warm and<br />
relaxed, safe in his father's arms. "So! No more bad temper then, not from me and not<br />
from you, eh?"<br />
"I love you, Papa."<br />
Jameela ran in, looking worried. "Oh Ahmed, I've been looking for you<br />
everywhere." She stopped, startled to see Ahmed on her father's lap. Her father put out<br />
one arm to enclose her too. Jameela giggled at the close father-Ahmed-Jameela hug.<br />
"Papa, I'm supposed to be washing him. Mama told me. Please, Ahmed."<br />
Ahmed couldn't imagine why he had made such a fuss with his sister before. He<br />
really enjoyed her washing him. Usually they played and she got wet too.<br />
Merza wanted to do something for his children. He remembered a wooden<br />
dancing man on a string he had had as a child. He had his tools with him, and he found a<br />
small piece of wood. He cut it to make the man's head, body and arms. There was just<br />
enough for one leg only. "Ah well," thought Merza. "We will have a one-legged dancing<br />
man."<br />
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